Sorry it took so long for this chapter but we(A friend of me and my old self) had to give a paper about Albert Einstein, his "special relative theory" (is this spelled right?) and the formula E=mc2 and it took us the whole week to get into the stuff. Well, we explained it Friday and that was the only paper for me this year.
The second reason is a real nasty writer's block that is starting to crawl into my body and starts to take over me. I wrote most of that chapter in one rush (Everything starting with the scene in the hospital wing) but I hope it didn't get to bad.
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Calm Serene: To answer your questions:
1. Look at the first line of this very chapter a few lines below.
2. To be true, I didn't exactly think about it. I guess it was just some kind of spell of something like that.
3. Sorry, but no Wolf showing up in this story, okay, except this one person we all know and love…
4. I'm thinking about it.
5. let yourself be surprised…
6. Watch out: pushing remus into cannon, filling chocolate in and FIRE! Got it?
GohanSJ3: You just START to realize that Draco has WAY more to offer than Harry?!? Well, it's about time ;D
PassionPolice237: I know it's obvious but hey, I don't have to make all cliffies sooooooo exiting, right???? You asked if I and Draco were soul mates, I guess you meant Hermione with that not me, so the reason why Draco comes to safe her (the whole complete explanation) will come in a later chapter. I promise that there is Damon in this chapter. And he tells about the wedding.
Japanese goth: When I said I would describe Damon in the next Chapter I meant the one that is up now.
MistressDeDraco: I know that it 'should' be Harry who's saving the day. But you all will be truly shocked by what is going on in the end of my fiction. (I hope you're still gonna like it).
The reason for the engagement is in this chapter. The pendant? YES something very important. But that is my little secret for some time.
HarryPotterWanter: It is interesting that you are the first person to ask me why they want to hurt Hermione. I'll explain that in a later chapter. But in this chapter there are some hints.
Sarcasticpunk02 thank you again for proofreading
OH one thing before you read. It seems to me that a lot of you are very fond of Damon by now (Not that I blame you. I just have to imagine what I wrote about him in the scene where I describe him and …) So, I'd like to know from you what you think about him. Especially about what I made out of his appearance.
Chapter 8Somewhere down this road
I know someone's waiting
Years of dreams just can't be wrong
Arms will open wide
I'll be safe and wanted
Finally home where I belong
Starting now I'm learning fast
Courage see me through
Heart I'm trusting you.
Heart don't fail me now
courage don't desert me
Don't turn back now that we're here
Home love family
There was once a time
I must have had them to
Home love family
I will never be complete
Until I find you
Journey to the past – Anastasia
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"But when he married he changed his name in Vipèrblanc." All the eyes
rested on Albus. Had they heard right? They had to be dreaming!
"I don't get this! Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin, and prophecy about
Harry Potter, Lavender Brown and Ronald and Virginia Weasley says that the four
of them will help the dark side gain power. But if this is true..."
Severus said as he pointed at the paper in Albus hands.
"Then Hermione Vipèrblanc should also be on the dark side...along with
you." Damon met the gaze of the dark professor and shook his head.
"There has to be a mistake. My parents were against Voldemort, and
everyone knew it." Albus nodded at the young teacher and placed the paper
on the table.
"I don't understand it either. For the first time in my life, I don't have
the slightest clue of what this all is about!" He sighed deeply.
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It was past midnight and Albus was lying wide-awake in his bed. It had been
hard to hear that Madam Pomfrey had discovered the dark mark on Ron's arm. He
was caught in his thoughts when he heard some strange noise. It sounded like
someone or something was scratching on the door to his room. He arose sleepily
and made his way to the door.
"Sirius! What are you doing here?"
"Originally I wanted to visit Harry, just to check and make sure he is all
right, you know." Albus, with a confused _expression, looked at
the man in front of him. Seeing that this would be more than small talk, he
leaded Sirius into his office.
"Why did you come and look for Harry in the middle of the night?"
Albus asked, rubbing his eyes.
"I didn't hear anything from him for more than half a year, but I had
never expected THIS!" Albus leaned forward, his elbows resting on the
table.
"What happened?" He asked in a small voice.
"At this very moment, while the two of us are talking here, Harry is in
the Gryffindor common room and well, is very interested in Ron's younger
sister!"
"Virginia." Sirius nodded.
"At didn't think much about it when I noticed them. I was just on my way
back when I heard them talking."
Harry was pressing his lips on Ginny's with a passion she had never felt
before. She brought her hands around his neck while he pushed her back into the
couch. Her hands moved down over his back and into his red shirt, pulling him
closer by digging her fingernails into his flesh.
Harry moaned into her mouth. His tongue pushed through her opened lips and ran
forcefully over her own tongue. At the same time, Harry pressed himself farther
down on Ginny showing her that he wouldn't be able to wait any longer.
Ginny finally had gotten rid of Harry's shirt and tossed it aside, running her
fingers over his chest. Harry pulled Ginny's shirt over her head and unhooked
her bra as fast as he possible could. He didn't waste any time with giving too
much attention to her breasts like he usually did. This time wasn't just for
the fun of the two of them. This time it was about more....much more!
Ginny thought exactly the same and took her wand from the table to mutter a few
words which freed them from the rest of their clothes the second she had waved
with her wand.
Harry grinned at her and kissed her again forcefully before he lifted himself
up a bit. Ginny kissed his lower arm and looked up into his eyes.
"Let me get your seed. Let me become the mother of your child. Let me be
the mother of our Lord's heir. Come on Harry, Tonight, Voldemort's heir will be
fathered." And with one fast thrust Harry had entered her.
Albus took some deep breaths when Sirius had finished. "So, it is already
starting! I was hoping it would take them longer!"
Sirius gave him a confused look before asking,"What is this all about? Would you please explain me why Harry has become a death eater?"
Albus
sighed and told Sirius everything that he knew so far.
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Hermione yawned and pulled her legs close to her body, as she tried to find a
comfortable position in the armchair. She looked her brother as he was watching
the rising sun through the window. Hermione closed her eyes tightly for a few
moments before she opened them again. She could fall asleep at the same second
but she forced herself to stay awake. Damon must have had his reasons for
calling her at this early hour, and they better be good ones! She could
have slept for at least two more hours and now she was sitting here for more
then twenty minutes staring at her brother's back while he was watching
the sun rise.
Now, that the first rays of sunshine found their way into the window, she had
to narrow her eyes, but still she could see her brother's blond hair, now even
better than before since it was shining golden in the early sunlight. It was
falling down onto his shoulders and Hermione knew that he would pull it back
with the well-known black ribbon. His chest was broad from playing rugby in
high school, and Hermione could make out the scar on his shoulder from one of
the games. His skin was tan and Hermione had to smile at this. While she had
become very pale over the summer and her hair had turned black, her brother was
the exact opposite of her. However. as much as she loved her brother and
loved spending time with him, It was still too early for her to be up, and she
didn't like it!
"Damon, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Damon jumped
slightly and turned around to face his sister, her dark eyes locking his blue
ones.
"I wanted to talk to you about the wedding. I'd guessed you would have
some questions about it." Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.
"Okay, how about this question to start: WHY? Why do I have to marry Draco
Malfoy? And on my birthday of all days!?!" Damon sighed and sat down in an
armchair opposite her.
AN:(I
had just the strange urge to stop the chapter here and make it really short by
this but also really mean. :D Then I thought about the many possible ways you
would come up with, how you could kill me and then I decided otherwise. So sit
down and prepare yourself for what is coming now. And please, don't follow your
urge if it tells you to kill me!)
"Well, you know that our family is an old one. And about three hundred
years ago, there was this ancestor of our, Ambros Vipèrblanc. He was married
and had three children. Ignatius, Firmus, and Morgan. Morgan was engaged and
should marry on her seventeenth birthday. The engagement was settled when she
was a child and the man she should marry was as old as her own father, but this
wasn't the only problem. When she was sixteen, Morgan fell in love with one of
the servants and the feelings were mutial. When her fiancè found out about
this, he fought against Morgan's lover and the young man lost his life and
Morgan's fiancè didn't want to marry her anymore. So, one week before her
seventeenth birthday she was all alone. Her father was furious about her
behaviour and he told her that he would kill her if she wasn't be
married by her birthday. He swore that he would thrust a sword in into her
heart, just like she had done to him by refusing his friend. By midnight, when
her birthday was over, she would die.
Her mother was more than worried for her only daughter's life, so she sent word
to her brother and asked him for help. She knew that her husband would
kill their daughter. Fortunately, her brother discovered the
solution for their problem. One of his friend's son was in the right age to
marry, but his father hadn't found 'the right wife' for his son yet.
This guy, Nicholas, arrived at the castle just in time for Morgan's birthday,
and the marriage was fulfilled, but also on the same day, Ambros Vipèblanc
died.
As she was sleeping, he appeared in Morgan's dream and told her that he
would make sure she would pay. No daughter of his would fool him. He told her
that every girl of her family would die if she wasn't be married by the age of
seventeenth. Morgan didn't think much about these words, not until it was
obvious that she was pregnant. She was staying day and night in her room
praying that she wouldn't get a girl that no girl would ever be born in her
line of the family. She didn't want for any other girl to have to marry a man
that she didn't love. Sure, over the years, Morgan and Nicholas became friends,
but no one of them found love. Since Nicholas was the second son of his family
and Morgan's brothers died a few years after their wedding, with no heirs left.
Morgan and Nicholas became the heirs of Vipèblanc name. All those hundreds of
years, there had no girl been born in our family., and after some time, Ambros'
promise was forgotten.
But then, seventeenth years ago, when mum was pregnant with you, she wished so
much that she would get a daughter that would look like Snow White that you
were born.
On your birthday Dad received a letter from an anonymous sender, telling
exactly this story. Dad looked it up in some old books about our family and
only hoped that you would be a boy. He didn't know about mum's wishing to have
a baby girl, and when the mediwitch told him that he was now father of a
daughter he sank down in his armchair in front of the fireplace and didn't
say anything for about an hour. Then he arose and went to mum. I heard him
telling her that it would be the best to kill you then.
I stood in the door then, because I wanted to see my little sister. I saw dad
taking the dagger in his hand and lifting it up to kill you then while mum was
crying and begging him to reconsider and that he should calm down. None of us
had a clue back then what was going on with dad. He was just about to bring the
dagger down into your heart when he suddenly stopped. You had just opened your
eyes and laughed up at him. He let the dagger fall and sank crying down next to
your cradle.
At that evening, The Malfoys came to our castle to visit mum and dad, and of
course to see the youngest member of our family. Narcissa took Draco with her
and sat with mum in her room all night, while dad and Lucius went into dad's
study. They closed the door behind them but I wanted to know what was going on,
so I listened through the door. Dad told Lucius about what was going to happen.
So, this is why you have to marry Draco on your birthday. If you don't, you
will die." The last sentence wasn't more than a whisper. Hermione sat in
her armchair not saying a word and her face was completely blank.
"May I say something please!" Mya looked into Damon's eyes and
a small smile was visible on her face.
"I guess divorce isn't possible, huh?" Damon raised his eyebrows and
shook his head.
"And I guess it also won't work when I try to annul the marriage,
huh?" Damon shook his head again, more than surprised by his sister's
reaction.
"You are taking this better than I'd thought you would."
"Well, I can't change it, right? And anyway, in whatever house we have to
live in, there's more than plenty of room so we won't even have to see each
other at all." she shrugged.
"Can I go now, I want to try to get the last half an hour of sleep."
Hermione yawned when she arose.
"Mya, I don't think that you fully comprehend this." Mya turned
around and looked curiously at Damon.
"The 'rules' are still the same like the ones three hundred years
ago!"
"So?"
"Mya, think about it, think about what the marriage meant three hundred
years ago. Think about what to MARRY someone meant! It's not just the yes,
through sickness and health, till death do us part..." Hermione stood
there in shock, her mouth open and her eyes widened in fear.
"No!" Her voice wasn't even a whisper it was more like a
breath. Damon bit his lip and looked down, not able to look at her now.
"I'm sorry Mya"
But Hermione couldn't hear him anymore, for she was running back to her room,
where she collapsed on the bed.
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When Hermione opened her eyes again it was at least noon, for the sun was up
high in the sky. Hermione rubbed her eyes and tried to remember why she had
fallen asleep.
Then she remembered. Oh, why couldn't she just forget that morning like she had
forgotten the first few years of her life?
She didn't notice that the door of her bedroom opened and Damon walked in.
"Mya?"
"What? More bad news?" Damon bit his lip and sat down next to his
sister on her bed.
"Mya, it wasn't my idea,and it wasn't Draco's either, but dad knew why he
did it! It was the only way to keep you alive!" He sighed and arose from
his seat. With another sad look towards his sister he walked to the door.
"We'll leave on Friday evening." He whispered before he left her
alone again.
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At the same time, Harry, Ginny and Lavender sat in the hospital wing watching
over the still unconscious Ron.
"Just what did that git do to him? He can't be unconscious for that
long!" Lavender said, watching Ron as if he would wake up any
minute.
"Maybe it's better if he stays unconscious for some time. As soon as he
wakes up, Dumbledore is going to expel him and just because of that
bitch!" Ginny said angrily
"Don't worry Ginny, she'll pay. We'll make sure of that!" Harry
nodded.
"I don't know what it is, but there is something about her that makes me
wanna throw up whenever she is around."
"I know, It's like she has an aura around her that screams at you that she
is GOOD!" Lavender shivered with disgust.
Suddenly the three of them felt something rushing through their arm.
"He calls us." Ginny whispered and smiled while the three made their
way out of the castle and towards the Forbidden forest where they would travel
by portkey to their lord.
As they disappeared into the forest, no one of them noticed the three pairs of
eyes watching them from two different areas that were hidden in the
forest .
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"So, what do we do now?" asked a man, hidden by a black cloak and the
shadows of the trees with another man in just the same clothing next to him.
"We wait for them to return and try to get something out of their
conversation. I hope that they talk about their little plans while their
still in the forest because we can't follow them into the castle."
"We need someone inside the castle; it's imperative that we find out
what they are planning."
"Whatever it is, it will help Voldemort to gain more power, and that's
already something we can't let happen."
"Do you think it has something to do with Hermione?"
"I guess so. After all that Dumbledore told me, I would be irritated if
they would stop now." The man looked up into the sky and sighed before he
looked back at his friend.
"Every time she was in danger, she was saved by a necklace."
"So?"
"The tear of the dragon"
"Sirius, if that is true, then.... I thought the necklace was a myth?! If
the necklace really DOES exist, then..."
"Then maybe Slytherin is still alive? That's exactly what I'm thinking.
Dumbledore doesn't seem to know anything about that story though." The
other man chuckled.
"Well, the picture wasn't there anymore when I was a teacher here, and
since we where the first ones to hear this story, I guess we are the only ones
alive that knows anything about what happened back then." After
some time of silence they saw the three students reappear in the forest. The
two man stayed silent and tried to understand anything of what they were
saying.
"So,
all we do is try to make her life a living hell? Why don't we just kill
her?!" Ginny asked sounding like a small child that wanted some sweets
before a meal. Lavender raised her eyebrow and leaned in to Harry.
"Seems like the baby ain't to good for her. She's questioning the Lord
himself!" Harry nodded and placed his arm around Ginny.
"Don't worry, I'm sure we will be allowed to do that later, when the time
is right. For now, we just continue to be really *nice* to her, let her fall
over our feet, let her almost drown, just as we did in the past few days."
The two man waited for them to leave the forest before they dared to even move
again.
"Okay, so Hermione has the necklace, but I still would feel a lot better
if we knqw when they are going try something. After all, if she
has the necklace, that means that she is the heir of..."
"I know perfectly well what that means Remus, and I totally agree with
you. That's why you have to bring a present from the two of us to her on
Saturday." Remus narrowed his eyes at his friend.
"As much as I like the girl, and as much as I'm worried about her, you
really want me to go to the wedding of a Malfoy?!?!?!" Sirius grinned at
the shocked face Remus was making and nodded.
"Exactly. I would *love* to go myself, but you know, there is that little
problem that still everyone think that I'm a murder so, I don't think it would
be healthy for me to show up there." He grinned even wider when Remus shot
daggers at him.
"Just wait till the next full moon, Padfoot!" Remus warned him half
joking.
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Hermione awoke Friday morning and left her bed without really wanting to. She
made her way into the bathroom and took a shower, not trusting the bathtub
anymore. After she had showered and changed into her clothes, it was already
time to go to breakfast.
She didn't even notice that Draco was also on his way out of their dorms.
Hermione didn't pay much attention in classes during that day. She prayed to
the clock that it would stop moving and that the evening would never
come!
But it did, just like every day has to give away to the evening, so had this
Friday, and Hermione didn't like it at all. It was exactly seven o'clock when
Damon brought her down to a silver-white coach. Hermione was surprised that the
coach was lead by six winged unicorns. It looked like in a fairy tale, but the
only fairy tales that Hermione could think of right now were the adult
versions, with monsters, death, torture.
She looked out of the window the whole time while Damon and Draco talked
silently.
After about an hour she could see a building coming into view. It was a
tall white building and Hermione recognized it from her two memories. It was
her home. The castle was surrounded by the green meadow, every now and then she
could see a spot of different colours, where flowers were growing wildly. She
could see the forest and the lake that she had loved so much. But as much as
she tried to remember, all she could see in her mind were these two memories
she had had in the shower about a week ago.
When the coach stopped Hermione could see an old woman standing next to an
equally old man in front of the entrance of the castle. Thora and Sean. She saw
them smiling at her when she stepped out of the coach. Thora walked towards her
and embraced the young girl, holding her body tight to herself.
When she released Hermione, she wiped away a tear from her cheek.
"Oh, my. You have grown so much, Mya." Thora whispered with
a shivering voice. Hermione smiled weakly, not sure what to say. Sean
smiled at her and kissed her hair before he lifted her belongings from the
coach and brought them into the castle.
Thora led Hermione into the castle, followed by Damon and Draco. The evening
seemed like a dream to Hermione. They ate dinner in the great dinning room and
afterwards Thora led her to her room, wished her a good night and left Hermione
alone.
She sat down on the large bed and looked around in the room. It was beautiful,
just like everything else in the castle. The walls were painted in a
mixture of light blue and turquoise, shimmering with silver and the ceiling was
a dark blue with stars on it.
In front of a big fireplace was a white sofa and a white armchair. The bed
on which Hermione was sitting was also coloured in white and blue. Hermione's
gaze moved once again over the walls and the first thing she noticed where
the shelves filled with books. Then she looked over the paintings and most of
them were paintings of animals but there was also a painting of the castle and
everything that belonged to it. But the two paintings that kept Hermione's gaze
the longest were the two only paintings of humans.
One
painting must have been several hundreds of years old, a guess
formulated from the clothing the couple was wearing. The woman, a young,
beautiful lady with dark blonde, wavy hair smiled down at Hermione while she
rested her head on the man's shoulder. The crimson of her dress was matching
perfectly with the dark green of the man's clothes. The black haired man had
his arm around the woman's waist and held her close to him. Hermione wondered
silently whom the couple was. There had to be a reason for the painting being
here, right? However, she immediately recognized the people in the other
painting. It was herself with her brother and her parents. Her parents!
Hermione sighed when she looked up at the smiling couple.
"I wish you were here." She whispered before she started to change
for the night. She walked over to the bed and sighed sadly when she laid down.
At this time, she didn't want to think about tomorrow.
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Hermione awoke the next morning by Thora's knocking on the door. She opened her
eyes sleepily and called a 'come in' towards the door before she turned around.
It was way to early to be awake! Again!!!
"Mya, Come on, darling, you have to get up now. It is six o'clock and we
still have to make sure the dress your mother saved for you fits. Hermione
moaned. Her heartbeat was becoming faster when she thought that today was her
wedding day. Shouldn't this be the happiest day in a girl's life? But she was
anything but happy!
Hermione sighed when she was turning around again and again. Thora was standing
next to her smiling brightly.
"It fit's perfectly!" They heard a voice from the door. Hermione
turned towards the voice to see Narcissa Malfoy standing there. She didn't know
how she should react now. A year ago, she would have probably made a disgusted
face and snapped her answers at the woman. But now she was looking at her
mother's best friend. At her own godmother and future mother-in-law!
Narcissa walked over to her and lifted Hermione's head by touching her chin
lightly. Hermione was more than surprised to see a genuine smile in the woman's
face.
"You look a lot like her." Hermione smiled weakly and looked down at
her feet, or rather, to where her feet were supposed to be. She wasn't sure if
it was the dress or the presence of Narcissa Malfoy that made it hard to
breathe. She looked at her image in the full length mirror. The gown was very
tight around her chest, pressing her breast up and almost made it impossible to
move, but Thora had insisted to pull the straps, which hold the dress on her
back together, even tighter. The gown hadn't any sleeves, not even small straps
over her shoulder and Hermione wondered if this really was going to work. She
didn't want to think about the possibility of the gown making it's way down her
body because there was nothing to keep it up!
The skirt itself was wide and falling simply down onto the floor. It was true,
the dress was beautiful, but Hermione didn't feel like wearing it.
"May I do her hair?" Narcissa asked as Thora got a chair for
Hermione to sit on. Narcissa pulled Hermione's hair up in a bun, letting a
small curl escape here and there to frame her face and also let a few
curls fall elegantly in her neck. Small white flowers were added as
finishing touches to her hair and Hermione was really surprised at what
she looked like. The two women noticed this as well and smiled. "And you
aren't wearing any make up yet." Thora smiled and went to the
bathroom where she had forgotten the make up. While she was gone, Narcissa
looked with intense eyes down at the mirror image of the young girl.
"You don't have to be afraid. " The woman whispered. Hermione glanced
in the mirror and saw a sadness in Narcissa's eyes that she hadn't expect
to see, but she didn't want to ask her what it was about, so she continued to
stare at her image and tried to remember what Narcissa had just told her.
"I heard you can't remember anything from your past or has it changed
since you've come here?" Hermione shook her head in silence. She wondered
if the woman could read her mind. She HAD hoped that maybe she would remember
when she would be back home, but nothing had happened.
"Just believe me, Draco would never hurt you, Hermione" just when she
wanted to continue, Thora returned with the make up.
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Draco stood anxiously in the large hall or the castle. Behind him sat
the guests while in front of him stood a smiling priest, and his father
standing next to him, talking to Damon. A few minutes later Damon left the hall
and the music started to play. When Draco turned around to the entrance of the
hall, everyone arose from his seat and looked while Hermione was led to where
Draco stood.
Draco didn't know what to think, or to say. It was hard to listen to the words
the priest said because Hermione was completely breathtaking.
The ceremony seemed to be over in seconds. It was way too early for Hermione to
feel the golden ring on her finger and Draco's lips on her own. Although, she
had to admit, she had expected the kiss too be different. Images of Ron on top
of her ran through her mind when Draco's lips had touched hers. But this wasn't
Ron, Ron's kiss had been brutal and had almost made her vomit. Draco's
lips barely even touched hers and it felt more like the touch of a feather on
her skin.
At least, that was what she thought now as she sat next to him at a table. She
had to dance several times and now was more than glad that she could sit down
and rest. That was, until Thora came to her and whispered to her that
there was someone who wanted talk to her in private. As soon as Hermione heard
the name, she excused herself from Draco and headed to the main entrance of the
Castle.
"Remus!" Hermione smiled when she saw the man taking of the hood of
his cloak. It was the first real smile that shown on her face for an
eternity.
"Hello Hermione, it's good to see you. I heard you had some trouble in the
last week." Remus said while he embraced the small girl.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked when she stepped back a
little while Remus looked at her.
"I'm bringing a birthday present from Sirius and myself. We didn't want to
make it feel like a wedding present" Hermione smiled.
"Everyone else seems to have forgotten that today is my birthday."
"It could have something to do with that gown you're wearing!" Remus
joked. Then he waved his wand and a small box appeared on the floor. The odd
thing about it was that there were sounds coming out of it and that there were
small holes in the top. Hermione looked curiously at the box and then back
at Remus.
"Open it." When she had opened the box she let out a gasp. A small
white-grey tigered kitten was looking up at her. Hermione lifted it from the
box and stroke its soft fur.
"Sirius heard from Dumbledore that Crookshanks died, so he thought that
you could use a new cat." Hermione smiled and hugged Remus again,
minding to not hurt the kitten.
"Thank you so much! And tell Sirius my thanks too." Remus nodded and
brought the hood back over his head.
"Goodbye Hermione, I hope to see you again soon." With that, he left
the castle. Hermione looked at the small kitten in her arms and smiled.
"So, what shall we name you. How about Moonlight?" The kitten poured
and cuddled closer to Hermione's body.
"I take that as a yes." She smiled down at the kitten.
"Hermione?" She turned around to see Thora standing there.
"You should head to your room now. Come on." Hermione's smile faded
and her heartbeat began to race again. She followed Thora in silence, keeping
the young cat close to herself, like she could be any help.
When they reached Hermione's room she was pale as a ghost and Thora smiled
encouragingly at her.
"The guests are leaving any moment now, so I will send Draco up to
you." With that she took the small cat out of Hermione's hands and left
her alone. Alone to face the one night she was so afraid of.
So, how did you like that chapter? Are you fine with what I let Damon look like? I mean, I can't really change it now but I'd like to know anyway.
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